Saving Ella

Chapter One - The Lousy Twit And The Doofus

"Dance the night away live you life and stay young on the floor..

Dance the night away grab somebody drink a little...YOW!!!!! "

I yelled dropping the my scrub into the sink,Cory the cat looking at my leg with his smug little face,obviously impressed with the lovely scratch he's made on my jeans. "Fuck you Cory" I snapped. He hissed at me.I hissed back,he jumped away scared running out of the bathroom . That'll teach him. I picked up my dingy Mp3 from the floor checking to see if it was broken, if it is I am going to skin that little Persian alive.

"Eleanor!!! Come down here this instant." I groaned ,tossing my scrub back in.

The names Eleanor by the way,never been a fan of detailed intros so yeah that's pretty much all your going to get. Though I must give you a fair warning that if you ever call me Eleanor I will punch your in the face. Its Ella. Just Ella , Okay? Okay.

Great now I sound like I'm in The Fault in Our Stars.

Anyway what was I supposed to be doing? Oh yeah, to the dungeons (aka Anatasia's chambers ) .Yes I call it chambers don't judge me okay? I'm basically trying to make my shitty life glamorous. It is in a way, living in a two floor mansion with white marble floors and mahogany furniture, swimming pool in the backyard. The only drawback is I cant exactly call it my own neither am I allowed to. I flounced into the hall. " Yes?" I sighed. Anastasia sat on the creamy leather sofa, sipping her blood red wine, looking like an rainbow colored vampire in all her makeup. " Get dinner ready as soon as possible , we are having guests"  " When exactly are they coming?" I asked staring at Cory who had curled up on the red love seat, staring at me mockingly as if saying. 

Wanna hiss at me now??

Man I hate that cat. "Are you listening to me!??!" Anastasia snapped. " Er..yeah sure it will be done by then." I nodded. " Good now go,go now get out ,shoo" she squawked shaking her hands frantically . I jogged off. " Lousy twit" I cursed under my breath. " What was that??" .

" Nothing your ladyship!!"

I trudged into the kitchen." Sebastian ! Get up guests are coming" I yelled. "Already on it!" He yelled back. Sebastian was the cook, and also pretty much the only person I talk to politely in this house. "Whatcha cooking" I grinned sitting on the marble counter popping a green grape into my mouth. "  fettuccine alfredo " He grinned. I blinked .He sighed "Fancy Italian food"."OOH".He smacked my arm playfully."Need help?" . "Sure you could clean the dishes"He said. I nodded. I twisted m hair into a bun grabbing the gloves and scrub on my way. Suddenly Salsa music filled the room.I  laughed. Sebastian says that music and food are the same you have to love it to sing it or cook it, i agree. While he blared on off tune I stared at the window,gently scrubbing the dishes .

A silver convertible slides into the driveway, blaring Katy Perry as it parks in. " Ai Karamba, What is that shrieking its killing my vibe!!" Sebastian huffs. I laugh. Out jumps Gucci gal 'Doofus' Dorothy in her mini skirt and ruby red shoes. I sighed."You go ahead I'll manage" Sebastian says kindly. I throw off my gloves and walk into the hallway. "Welcome Mr and Mrs Davidson"Anastasia smiles as to of the biggest people I have seen in my life walk in. "Ah Anastasia how are you" The bulky man says pulling her into a hug, nearly crushing her in the process. "Lovely ,Oh let me get your coats ,Ella" I give them a sickly smile the one Anastasia always told me to do and take their leather coats. "Careful they are made of the finest leather in the world" Mrs Davidson shrieks as I hang them. "Sorry Madam"I say giving her a little curtsy as I race into the kitchen,avoiding Dorothy's smug smile. 

I slam the kitchen door in anger,man I hate rich people. "How bad are they?" Sebastian asked nervously. "You want the truth?"I asked.He shook his head. "They are absolutely charming"I drawl grabbing the tray a tea and biscuit's that he lay."Well I hope they are'nt picky eaters" He mumbled. I just strut out the door trying to avoid spilling anything. One of the most important rules (which I have'nt broken yet) is not the upset any guests who arrive. Since I've lived her for 15 years I learnt a few tricks to pleasing rich people, if you want to know too then I suggest you take notes and pay close attention. 

"..And I told her to go stick her head in a puddle of mud" Everyone burst into laughter.I placed the china cups at the table ,filling each with tea.Mr Davidson grabbed his with his chubby hands,spilling most of it on my jeans. Not that he noticed.I winced at the sudden heat but carried on, doing nearly well until Dorothy tripped me.She whistled casually as if nothing had happened. "No whistling at the table Dorothy"Anastasia snapped. She blushed scarlet. Success!!. As they gobbled their biscuit's and slurped tea,I ran into the kitchen to get the silverware. "There are four people " I called out to the maid who went to place the sutlery. I grabbed the wine glasses and raced behind her,followed by Sebastian who had a big pot in his hands."Careful its hot"He cautioned. I laughed"Sweetie nothing is hotter than me"I winked.He rolled his eyes.

As he served the food ,he stood aside with abig smile. "And this is my special fettuccine alfredo,topped with basil and homemade sauce".They all took a bite chewing sliowly.I could see Sebastian sweat,who would'nt.Guests were usually just like Tom Colicchio, hard to please. "A bit bland but it will do".I could practically feel his pulse go back to normal. I winked at him,he grinned back. Alright off you go.Anastastia smiled obviously happy, though I know for a fact she hates Fettucine Alfredo. I turn around as happy as ever , one more hapy guest thankfully.I grabbed the wine bottle and walked back,slipping over my shoe laces falling face first on the groun spilling wine on the carpet. 

Moral of this chapter- Never keep you shoe laces untied.